Jenni Kayne Pre-Fall 2011
Hey, remember when I was yammering on about luxury sweats? Well how about luxury slippers? I keep seeing the walking dead ambling in public wearing fleece pajama pants and slippers like the entire world is their bedroom. I wonder if most everyone is using just their brain stem to get from home to the McDonald's, to work, to the Redbox in front of the 7-11 and back home. No one seems to be owning it, they all seem resigned to sweats as a consolation prize in the game of life. What a total bummer! Own that shit!
They're always in front of you at the dollar store when you're there buying cheap ibuprofen using a maxed out EBT card to buy gallons of window washing fluid for their minivan. My reality is not their reality and we probably cancel each other out in terms of our shared existence on this planet but all I'm saying is, "I see what you're doing over there and I will totally give a shit for ALL of humanity since you can't be bothered." I will wear the fuck out of some slippers with a mini dress and leopard fur scarf to. Cancel You Out. Instead of wearing it like I've given up, I'll wear it like I'm totally louche roué and saying yes to everything that feels good.
Why can't laziness and hedonism work in tandem? Aren't they facets of the same ideal? Looking good and feeling good are not mutually exclusive as the woman in front of me at the Dollar Tree would have you believe. LUX TO THE MAX. I'm not gonna play bunion city, yeow. Slipper steez. To. The. Max.
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